Immediately after I bought (and briefly dated) this old chicken coop, I started scouring the internet for some big industrial vintage casters. Let me tell
I’m still working on the plans for Hillside Cottage, but one thing I know for sure is that I won’t have a closet quite the
During the Great Migration of One-Thousand Tools that has occurred over the last several weeks, it became clear to me that this… Was lacking a
I always feel a bit so-so about the pictures I submit to the Family Handyman with my tool articles… shockingly I don’t actually like looking
Back when I built the shelving for the closets in the Memorial House, I had this idea about building some custom doors for them that
Taking on a project the size and scope of “building a house” has some interesting side effects. There are the ones you would expect, like
For those of you who don’t know, one of the character traits I’ve developed in recent years is compulsively buying new houses. Usually just about
Okay, yes, I do have a slightly unhealthy attachment to my drill. I admit it. Just like I admit you probably shouldn’t get me within
Disclaimer: I’m currently infected by some kind of plague, and apparently so is my computer. (These things may be unrelated, or they may be part
Chandelier makeovers were one of those things I saw other people do, and just barely filed away for future reference because 1.) I don’t even
Hi, my name is Kit. And I’m addicted to starting projects. I don’t know that it’s comfortable to always have a dozen (or two) unfinished
It might seem a little strange that even though I don’t have a working kitchen (or even really the hope of having a working kitchen
Ah, it could be so many things… The number of unique combinations of swear words I can come up with while working twisted up like
A recurring theme here over the last couple of weeks has been watching me desperately trying to dig myself out from under a mountain of
It might have taken me the better part of three days to get it under control, but you can’t argue with the results. By the
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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